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He presses his lips to mine and runs his hand over my hair. “You’re the one with all the power, Carys. You always will be.”
It’s not until later, after we dried off and are lying down on the bed, bathed in the glow of the warm mid-afternoon sun, that Cooper’s breath evens out. I realize he’s fallen asleep and finally answer him with a whispered plea into the universe as I feel the tug of sleep dragging me under.
“I don’t want the power. I just want you.”
* * *
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“What the fuck?” Coop jackknifes up into a sitting position, essentially throwing me across the bed, as a loud thumping against my bedroom door obnoxiously echoes through my sleepy brain.
“Crown up, buttercup. Get some clothes on and come get dinner with Linc and me,” Emerson yells while she continues to beat a horrific rhythm against the door. “You’ve got ten minutes, then I’m coming in.”
Cooper’s tired eyes dart to mine. “Is she serious?”
Em answers before I get a chance. “She’sserious, Sinclair. Get moving.”
With the white pin-dot sheet pooling around my naked waist, I sit up, and Cooper’s eyes look me over, darkening with need. “We need twenty minutes, Em. And you might want to get away from the door.”
He throws the sheet back from the bed and crawls over me.
“I’m hungry,” Em whines. “Come on.”
“Twenty minutes, Em,” I yell as I lock my legs around Coop’s waist. “Now, go away.” I circle his cock with my hand and pump. “Think we can make twenty minutes work?”
He traces his tongue over the hollow of my neck. “I don’t need twenty minutes to make you come.”
* * *
Cooper did not need twenty minutes to make me come. Nope. He accomplished that feat two times in under ten. Now, we’re sitting at a dark booth in Casa De Reyes in old town San Diego, enjoying the absolutely best down-home Mexican food of my life.
“How have we lived here for years and never heard of this place?” Linc asks around a mouthful of pork burrito with pineapple juice dripping down his chin.
Emerson hands him a napkin. “You’re just not one of the cool kids, Linc.”
He looks hurt for a hot minute before he plants his juicy lips on hers and steals a shrimp right out of her spicy Caesar salad. “Whatever. I can live with that.”
“So, how was Kroydon Hills, CC? Was it good to be home, or were you counting down the days until you were back here?” Emerson sips her water and eyes me cautiously, like my answer is significant, though I’m not sure why.
I momentarily lift my eyes to Cooper’s, trying to decide how to respond. “I guess a little bit of both.” He runs his hand under the hem of my black sundress and squeezes my thigh under the table. I somehow manage to contain my involuntary yelp. “But being home was nice. Getting to spend time with everyone was great.”
His callused fingers continue their exploration as they make their way up to my crossed legs and help me uncross them. A cold sweat breaks out over my skin as I realize what he’s about to do. But I don’t hesitate as I spread my thighs, giving him better access.
He rewards me by lightly stroking over my now-damp panties.
Warmth travels up my face, and I run my teeth over my bottom lip, trying to act natural but failing.
“Being back here feels like a relief too. I don’t have to be as guarded here.”
Cooper’s finger glides under my silk panties, and I squirm in my seat as Emerson looks at me with accusatory eyes.
Damn it. She knows.
But it feels too good to make him stop, and I want more.
He doesn’t stop, even with eyes on us. Instead, he pushes his thumb down on my clit and strokes that spot inside me he finds with ease.
My body tightens to a nearly painful point as I cling desperately to any sense of sanity I have while my walls clamp down around Cooper’s finger.
